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V.4.278
Over the junction of the Eastern Ocean and the Central Ocean, the battle between Nox and Shi Yang reaches a critical point, where restraint vanishes, and both abandon all defence in pursuit of killing the other.The sky is torn apart by opposing forces, while the ocean below churns violently, waves rising like mountains under the pressure of their clash.
Both of them are already grievously injured.
Flesh is missing from their bodies.
Bones are exposed.
Blood drips into the sea, staining it dark.
Yet neither retreats.
Shi Yang stands within his Holy Dragon Field, a radiant domain of golden light spreading across the sky, where every strand of energy carries purity and destructive brilliance.
Opposite him, Nox’s Black Star Field expands like a fragment of night, filled with collapsing points of darkness, each one resembling a dying star pulling everything inward.
The two fields collide.
Light and darkness grind against each other.
Neither yields.
Shi Yang moves first.
His hand rises,
“Holy Fire.”
Golden flames erupt, surging forward in waves, burning through the air with cleansing intensity as they crash toward Nox.
Nox sneers, raising his hand as countless black points form.
“Star Destruction.”
The stars explode outward, tearing through the flames, space itself distorting as the attacks collide and shatter in midair.
The battlefield trembles.
Shi Yang follows instantly.
“Dragon Song.”
A deep, resonant roar echoes, invisible waves spreading outward, shaking Nox’s field and disrupting the stability of the surrounding space.
Nox’s expression tightens for a moment before he counters.
“Star Fall.”
Dozens of dark stars descend from above, crashing down like meteors, smashing into Shi Yang’s field and forcing him back.
Shi Yang grits his teeth.
His body moves.
They close the distance.
Now,
They fight with their bodies.
Shi Yang’s fist burns with holy fire as it slams into Nox’s shoulder, shattering flesh and exposing bone, while Nox retaliates instantly, his hand wrapped in collapsing energy as it tears across Shi Yang’s chest.
Blood scatters.
Neither stops.
Shi Yang raises both hands.
“Cross Fire.”
Two streams of blazing energy intersect, forming a cross that surges forward, cutting through Nox’s field and striking him directly.
Nox is blasted back,
But he laughs.
“Star Light.”
A beam of condensed dark radiance erupts from his hand, piercing through the crossfire and striking Shi Yang head-on.
Shi Yang staggers.
His field flickers.
Cracks begin to form.
At this stage,
Both fields are at similar levels.
Level Four.
But Nox holds a slight advantage.
And now,
As the battle reaches its peak,
Something shifts.
Though sealed, a trace of his devouring nature leaks through.
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His field grows heavier.
Denser.
Shi Yang’s Holy Dragon Field begins to fracture.
Cracks spread across it like broken glass.
Shi Yang feels it.
If it collapses,
He dies.
He does not hesitate.
His aura erupts.
Light explodes outward.
His body transforms.
Golden scales spread across him as his form expands, wings bursting forth, his entire being becoming a Holy Dragon of radiant power.
He roars.
The sky shakes.
With his massive body, he charges forward,
And slams into Nox.
At the same time, Nox unleashes everything he has left.
Darkness condenses.
Stars collapse inward.
The two forces meet.
Field against field.
Body against body.
A final collision.
The sky shatters.
Both domains crack completely.
Then,
Break.
The light fades.
The darkness dissipates.
Two figures fall from the sky.
Into the ocean below.
Unconscious.
Chu Feng emerges from the waters at the vast junction where the Green Blue River converges, his serpentine dragon form cutting through the current like a shadow of ancient will, as the immense stretch of water spreads outward into countless tributaries that define the fragile borders of the three kingdoms.
This place is chaos given form.
Where the rivers meet, the land fractures into countless islands, each claimed in name by Song, Zhao, and Wei, yet in truth ruled by no one, becoming a refuge for criminals, exiles, and those who refuse to bow to any throne.
And here,
Lies the root of his power.
Now, with war pulling the armies of the three kingdoms toward the Eastern Ocean, their hold over this region weakens, leaving only scattered, inferior forces behind.
To Chu Feng,
This is an opportunity.
The water surges around him as he dives deeper, his serpentine dragon body gliding effortlessly through the currents, drawing strength from the environment itself.
Here, he is stronger.
Twice as strong.
This is his domain.
He moves swiftly, heading toward the island where his organisation lies hidden.
As he nears, his body begins to change.
Scales recede.
Form contracts.
He returns to human shape.
Then,
He bursts from the water.
A pillar of spray follows him as he ascends into the air, his figure cutting through the dawn sky as the first light of morning spreads across the horizon.
He flies toward Qinglong City.
By the time he arrives, the city is already stirring.
The defenders react instantly.
Alarms rise.
Figures rush onto the streets, looking upward as his presence dominates the sky above them.
Three auras surge in response.
Soul Awakening cultivators.
They rise to meet him.
Chu Feng does not wait.
He releases his own aura.
Power spreads outward.
Within it,
A trace of Dragon.
The air trembles.
At the centre of the city, the Qinglong statue begins to react.
It glows.
Then,
Moves.
A phantom emerges.
A massive Azure Dragon spirit rises from the statue, roaring into the sky as it circles around Chu Feng, its body weaving through the air like a living guardian awakened after ages of silence.
The city freezes.
Chu Feng descends slowly.
Step by step.
Until he lands upon the head of the statue.
He stands tall.
Above all.
“I, Chu Feng… have returned.”
His voice spreads across the entire city.
“And I will lead you all… to reclaim our kingdom.”
Silence follows for a single breath.
Then,
The formation shifts.
Under his control.
The city recognises him.
Authority settles.
One by one,
People kneel.
Even those unwilling.
Even the three Soul Awakening cultivators.
They bow.
Because resistance is meaningless.
Voices rise together.
“Welcome… the Dragon Son.”
Shi Yang’s consciousness returns slowly, as if rising from deep water, and when his eyes finally open, he finds himself submerged within a calm, luminous pond.
The water is warm.
Gentle.
Filled with a soothing energy that seeps into his body, easing the pain that still lingers in his broken flesh.
At the centre of the pond stands a large Purple Lotus, its petals glowing faintly as it releases waves of sacred energy into the surroundings.
Recognition comes instantly.
“The Sacred Hall…”
This is the heart of the Purple Lotus Sect.
He shifts his gaze.
Around him, several cultivators are already present, their bodies partially submerged in the pond as they absorb the healing energy, most at the Soul Awakening Stage, with a few at Soul Enlightenment, all recovering from the war.
Shi Yang exhales and begins to rise.
But,
A pressure descends.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
It forces him back down.
His body stiffens under it.
Then a voice sounds.
“Heal yourself.”
Shi Yang freezes.
He knows that voice.
He turns.
There, standing at the edge of the pond, is his father.
Shi Zhiyan.
The Sect Master of the Purple Lotus Sect.
Guilt rises instantly within him.
“Father…”
Shi Zhiyan’s expression remains calm, yet cold.
“Heal first.”
“Then we will talk about your crime.”
Shi Yang lowers his head slightly.
He does not argue.
He does not resist.
He exhales softly and sinks back into the pond, sitting still with only his head above the surface.
Escape is impossible.
And he knows it.
So he closes his eyes.
And begins to heal.
---
Far away,
Nox awakens.
But unlike Shi Yang,
There is no calm.
Only rage.
His eyes snap open as he finds himself lying on rough soil, inside a wide, empty room with no decorations, no comfort, only cold emptiness.
His breath grows heavy.
He sits up.
His injuries have partially healed.
But his energy,
Is gone.
Completely drained.
Realisation strikes instantly.
“…Again.”
His father has imprisoned him once more.
Fury explodes.
He roars, his voice echoing violently through the empty chamber.
Then,
A voice answers.
Cold.
Indifferent.
“You are truly a disgrace.”
“You could not even defeat a newly advanced cultivator.”
Nox’s expression twists, anger and humiliation mixing into something unstable.
Before he can respond,
Doors open along the walls.
One by one.
Figures fall through them.
Children.
Small.
Fragile.
They hit the ground, crying, confused, terrified, as they look around without understanding where they are.
Slowly, they stand.
Their eyes find him.
Fear fills them.
The voice returns.
“Devour them.”
“Heal your injuries.”
Nox freezes.
His breathing slows.
He has devoured cultivators without hesitation.
Killed without remorse.
But these,
Are not cultivators.
They are ordinary people.
Children.
He does not move.
Silence stretches.
“Then stay…”
“…and die with them.”
Time passes.
Minutes.
Heavy.
Unmoving.
Then,
A small figure steps forward.
A little girl.
She walks toward him hesitantly.
Stops before him.
Her voice trembles.
“Brother…”
“Where are we?”
Nox looks at her.
For a moment,
His expression softens.
His hand lifts.
He gently pats her head.
Then,
Darkness blooms.
His devouring power erupts.
---
Later,
Far away from that room,
In a barren land,
A roar tears through the sky.
The ground explodes outward.
Dust rises.
Cracks spread.
From within,
Nox ascends.
Dark energy coils around him, twisting violently as even the surrounding light bends and is devoured by his presence.
His aura expands.
Unstable.
Terrifying.
Something within him has changed.
Something darker.